*Greenwood —  Training Grounds, Afternoon*

Warriors sparred in pairs, their movements swift and brutal, the rhythm of their strikes echoed.

Luca moved among them, sword in hand, but his focus was fractured. His wolf paced beneath his skin, restless, claws scraping, teeth bared.

Mark her.

The command rippled through him, primal and undeniable. His jaw clenched. 

Every time Thalia moved within his sight, the pressure spiked, hot and feral, until it was all he could do not to cross the ...